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Chapter Fourteen, Goodbye Heroes

"I see, it was you that I felt before. That smell of destruction that was close to disaster."

On the rooftop in the distance, the dark figure holding a big bow neither hid nor avoided. He just stood there, as if waiting for everyone to pass. Scathach's eyes were filled with the brilliance of magic, which is her most commonly used skill [

Clairvoyance], after the amplification, the vision is immediately locked on the target.

Although it's not very clear due to the thick black mist covering his whole body...if you look closely, it seems that he is not "wrapped by the mist" but the whole person is "made of black mist".

For example, it is like black dry ice. At normal temperature, it will continue to dissolve into a smoke screen.

Even so, that height, that physique, that big bow, and that stormy shooting...

This person is probably...

Come on Arash.

As the master of a foreign demonic realm, Scathach has wisdom far beyond that of ordinary people, so she can see some clues.

I am afraid that this servant is the culprit behind the accumulation of death in Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart.

This kind of dead remains cannot be explained by common sense.

They are not accumulated based on how many people have been killed, or how many deaths they have caused, or how many deaths they have witnessed.

It's more about quality than quantity.

It's like everyone has some toxins and harmful substances in their body. But the only ones that really cause people to get sick or even die are those pathogens that pose a huge threat.

In other words, it was this person who caused so many violent and dead debris to accumulate in her heart.

This person's death was like a pathogen to her. As she grieved for the loss of relatives and friends, Fujimaru Ritsuka herself did not notice that she had been eroded by the remains of death.

Or, to use an analogy, it is like iron filings and magnets. Generally, the corpses of death are all iron filings. If you want so many to gather in one place, you need a magnet-like [core].

I am afraid that this person is the source of great pain in Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart.

If left alone, she will die soon.

It is not death in the physical sense, but [death in the spiritual sense].

That is what is often called a collapse.

Scathach picked up the red gun, and the beautiful trajectory turned freely in her hand, like a flying red butterfly. The bright silver gun blade pointed at the heart of the shadow servant.

"don't want!!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka hugged her arm desperately.

"Don't be nervous, Miss Master."

Scathach smiled bitterly, shrugged, waved his left hand, and the spear circled and landed on her shoulder.

"I can also see that he has no intention of causing harm."

Generally speaking, the remains of death accumulated in people's hearts will lead to a significant loss of memory, leaving only instincts.

Skeletons kill the living by instinct.

Dragons hunt for food by instinct.

And he...

"Even in this state, do you still want to help the Master? How good a person you are."

Scathach lowered her head, the purple hair curtain blocking her expression. Her tone revealed indescribable tenderness and emotion.

When Fujimaru Ritsuka heard what she said, tears welled up again. She quickly shook the powerful female servant in front of her and begged: "You must have a way! You are so powerful! Save him!"

"Miss Master, it can't be done."

Scathach shook his head and firmly said that it was impossible for him.

"Why!"

"Because [fate] is broken."

Surprisingly, it was Yagi Xuezai who answered her.

Previously, when Fujimaru Ritsuka was frantically summoning his followers, Yagi Yukisai was giving a report.

Because he was making a report, there was some information about the control room that only he knew.

Chaldea has its own... database-like place.

Records the relationship with each follower.

Servants who respond to the call will be logged in.

That is what is often called [fate].

Those who have met once and are willing to answer the call, but have not yet answered the call, will also be on it.

Generally speaking, after meeting certain servants at a singularity, their desire to respond to the call will become greater. That is... to reach a consensus and make the servants feel that it is good to be under the hands of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

And Arash’s record…

Disappeared.

This is impossible. Chaldea was originally an organization established to deal with the possible end of the world. Naturally, the database it built is the most strictly controlled. Romani is almost certain that there will be no bugs and there will be no bugs.

This kind of error.

The only explanation is... indeed, the fate is broken.

Arash's arrows are arrows exchanged at equal value.

In order for humans to display skills that even surpass the strikes of gods, they must pay a corresponding price.

In the myth, Arash exchanged his body and life for shooting the first arrow.

In France, he turned his soul and his bond with Chaldea into arrows and shot the second arrow.

He had to do this for the coming victory.

"I do not care!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed like a angry little girl, venting her anger.

"I just want Arash! I don't want Arash to die like that!"

"Little girl..."

Scathach seemed a little angry, and her red eyes narrowed slightly. Before she could finish speaking, Yagi Yukisai took the lead and took the lead:

"Yes. I just need this courage. So, go back and continue to use the Saint Crystal to summon until you are satisfied. Me too. If I don't punch this guy, I won't be able to rest at ease."

Yagi Xuezai smiled and punched the shadow servant lightly on the shoulder.

However, the fist seemed to be stuck in a sponge, and there was no feeling of hitting.

"Saint crystal? But, there is no more..."

"Yes. This is the so-called private money. But, Fujimaru... you have to cheer up. Otherwise, Arash's death will be meaningless. We are the ones who witnessed his death, and outsiders have no way of knowing this.

Therefore, they can only feel the weight of Arash through us. If we don’t work hard, it won’t work.”

Yagi Yukisai tried to encourage Fujimaru Ritsuka by using a sentence he didn't know from a light novel.

"Senior Yagi..."

"So, it doesn't matter whether it's sad or painful, but we must let him see our growth."

"But... Alash..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka still couldn't untie the knot in his heart. Scathach sighed and shook his head. If the little girl's heartache could be untied with such two casual sentences, what happened this time wouldn't have happened.

A strong heart is difficult to erode. Only when she is mentally fragile will she let the wreckage in her heart run wild.

The scale this time was smaller than Scathach thought. The scale she observed was much larger, but in fact it was not that dangerous. I am afraid that it was because of this person that he did the work of scavenger one step ahead.

Just when she was about to say something, the black shadow servant stepped forward and stretched out his hand to her. The hand, which seemed to be both gas and liquid, pressed on her head, just like when her hair was soaked in a bath.

Wet feeling.

He seemed to want to rub her hair.

Then, he realized that he seemed unable to do such a thing, so he withdrew his hand and gave her a thumbs up.

"Arash...I...I am an incompetent master...all because of me...if I could...wow...Arash!!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka threw herself into his arms and cried bitterly.

Arash's shadow follower just let her hold her quietly. After about ten minutes, he felt that her mood was much calmer, and the shadow follower pulled away and left.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was pressed on the shoulder by Yagi Yussai. Although her eyes were red and swollen, she just stopped crying.

"Arash. I promise you that the next time we meet, we will become even better. So, please give me some advice then. From now on...after...you must respond to us and come to Chaldea again.

ah!"

Regardless of whether the Black Shadow Servant could convey this meaning to the body of the Heroic Soul Seat, Yagi Yukisai said this according to his mood.

Arash's shadow follower nodded and drew his bow towards the east. The big black bow was full like a solar eclipse.

laugh.

As the bowstring ejected, the black shadow released a blow that tore the world apart. In the far east, from the end of the horizon, the dazzling white light tore apart the dream of thick flames, releasing the black shadow of this blow. With this blow,

The reaction force turned into mist and mixed into the surrounding thick smoke and dust.

That's his treasure.

The most powerful blow at the cost of one's own life.

He knows very well that he is the source of attracting dead bodies. So he has been here to clean up the trouble he caused.

He also knew how to bring Fujimaru Ritsuka back to reality. She fainted because she could not bear the mental pressure. On the other hand, as long as the source of this pressure - herself - disappeared, everything would be fine.

.

And the reason why he waited until now instead of choosing to free himself early...

"goodbye."

Faintly, I could hear his farewells and promises.

Immediately, the girl's rationality was dominated by a blank.


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